He was born in the shadow of the national emblem -
a son sculpted by silence, not slogans.
She was sent away before legacy could stain her -
a daughter raised to heal, not to belong.
???
Vritant wears restraint like armor.
Adhrita folds softness into silence.
They meet at a wedding neither chose.
No past. No plan.
Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other -
but somehow, they do.
